Until the day he died, my dad hated with vengence of heart that despicable FDR.
People all over America, out of work, starving and could have no taste of that meat. As long as I live, I will continue to tell this story for my father about the great SOB FDR (barf).
My grandfather plowed under 2 bales to acre cotton. That was a damn good crop in the depression and even today. He could not harvest the crop and make a profit. If you like this you will love OBAMAONOMICS if he wins the next election.
We will find it.